Weeks later the walk was still stained red
On the canvas of her life it still stained red.
The fires of their lives, timid in a draught,
The fickle flame, was an ill, stained red.
Twilight screaming on the horizon, days die,
Kill time? It kills you, just a spill stained red.
Towers of pain, cutting, scraping the sky
It was, from the sidewalk to window sill, stained red.
Dangling from the sunshade, sweaty grip
World watched the sidewalk until stained red.
On the canvas of her life it still stained red.
The fires of their lives, timid in a draught,
The fickle flame, was an ill, stained red.
Twilight screaming on the horizon, days die,
Kill time? It kills you, just a spill stained red.
Towers of pain, cutting, scraping the sky
It was, from the sidewalk to window sill, stained red.
Dangling from the sunshade, sweaty grip
World watched the sidewalk until stained red.
Love the third couplet! The image of the twilight screaming and the cruelty of time is great!
ReplyDeleteMaybe the repetition of 'sidewalk' in the last couplet could be eliminated and a 'it' could be added after 'until'.